Mister Bennett (Mister 1)

Chapter TWELVE ~ Captured

The rest of the nightwith Grant had been the best night of my life. Grant had shown me the rest of his magnificent mansion. We laughed, kissed, caressed and fell into one another’s arms. The sex was amazing and everything about it reminded me of art. I felt on display in his arms and I’m his masterpiece as he explored every inch of my body. Making me feel free along with things I never thought possible. Looking at me like I’m the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon. There’s something in his eyes that made me feel protected and nothing would ever hurt me. I felt so much when he looked at me and even more when I thought about him. Knowing I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help feeling the way I do. I shouldn’t feel intense heat come over me as he caresses me, I shouldn’t feel my heart race as I look at him. I shouldn’t feel these feelings, but I wouldn’t wish them gone. Never feeling this way about any man, and so quickly.

It’s like he captured my heart in one shot.

I played with the focus on my camera and felt lost in my thoughts. My focus was all over the place and thinking about Grant. I picked up the camera, pointed it at the photoshoot and tried to regain control. Needing to keep focus after what happened and couldn’t let people see the feelings I had for Grant. I couldn’t let Grant find out how I felt because it was too soon and I’m not sure how he’d take it. I also still needed my job. This was not all part of the plan, and I needed to stay focused.

“Good morning, everyone.” Merlin announced and glided across the room. “Becca, are you ready?”

I looked at Merlin and smiled as best as I could. Not wanting him to know my thoughts because he was the last person who needed to find out. If he did, it could mean my job. “Yes, Merlin, I’m all set.”

“Good, good! Now let’s get started, shall we?” Merlin commanded as he clapped his hands and Grant came into view.

My gosh, what a view he was.

My breath catches as he strides out of his dressing room with confidence and wearing a full tux with no dress shirt underneath. Exposing his bare and spectacular chest. Looking right in my direction and feeling his eyes burn over my body. My body was growing as hot as he made me feel last night. My mouth watered and remembered the sight of him naked before me. His manhood stands at attention just for me, his body glistening with sweat and he thrusts into me. The way he groaned with want and my mouth devoured his hard cock. The way he spoke my name as he got closer and closer to the edge.

“Becca? Becca?” Grant called out as he grinned at me from across the room and broke me from my sexual thoughts.

“O-oh, yes! I’m so sorry, Grant, I-I mean, Mr. Bennett.” I stuttered and Grant’s gaze danced across my body.

“It’s okay, Becca, I’m ready if you are?” Grant asked as he posed confidently and I raised my camera.

“I’m ready.” I responded nervously and began to shoot.

My hands clammy and I click with my focus off balance. Feeling like all eyes were on me as I went and everyone could see right through me. Unable to contain myself and pull it together.

How could I let myself go there at my place of work?

What’s wrong with me?

My fingers trembled, and I missed shots. I’m tumbling on the edge of no return and couldn’t regain control. My body feels out of place and not like it should. It’s wobbling, but weak with nerves, and I’m tripping over a cable wire.

“Shit...” I caught myself and tried to regain focus.

Grant peered towards me with questions in his handsome eyes and held up his hands. “Okay, people, let’s take a break for a little bit.”

I sighed with relief as I dropped the camera on a table and headed straight for fresh air. I couldn’t breathe and everything was closing in on me. Feeling trapped with no escape except the outside air. Walking quickly towards my escape, pushing the enormous doors open and air filling my lungs. Breathing it in and out again as I gaze up at the dark clouds overhead. My mind felt cluttered and lost. I just made a complete fool of myself. Something I told myself I wouldn’t do, but my body had other plans. I have to capture this gorgeous man on film. When all I want to do is take him into my arms and spend a lifetime there. My nerves got the best of me and I needed to pull it together.

But how could I do that?

I felt a presence behind me that’s warm and protective. I don’t even have to turn around to know it’s him. To know it’s the man who’d captured my heart. Turning around to look at Grant, wondering one thing to myself.

Does he feel the same way as me, and could he feel this too?